Puttin' notions about fellers and good looks and keepin' company into her head! You might expect such stuff from them fool drummers that come to the store, but an old leather-skinned image like Isaiah Chase ought to have more sense.

We don't want such notions put in her head, do we ?" Zoeth rubbed his chin.

He did not speak and his silence seemed to irritate his partner.
"Well, do we ?" repeated the latter, sharply.
Zoeth sighed.

"No, Shadrach," he admitted.

"I guess likely we don't, but--" "But what ?" "Well, we've got to realize that those kind of notions come--come sort of natural to young folks Mary-'Gusta's age." "Rubbish! I don't believe that girl's got a single one of 'em in her mind." "Maybe not, but they'll be there some day.